Arlo was a quite charming person. Ginger short hair like a fluff pit, dazzling green amethyst eyes and a perfect smile, well that's what they wished other people noticed them for. People usually notice Arlo for her boobs or ass. If not that then they just find them as a punching bag.
You see, Arlo is a female but doesn't wish to be. They don't have a specific gender they just wanna be their self. But for some messed up reason no one sees Arlo for what they want to be. Arlo says it's like a one way ticket to freak town the first time you ever think of changing to another gender or even worse, no gender.
Aldo's pov:
5:46am.. no sleep again. Today I have to apply for fucking collage. That's just an older hell version of high school except you don't have to be told off for smoking weed or vaping all the time. I can't be bothered getting up. There's nothing worth getting up for. When your a teenage "girl" in the shit world of California where all the girls dress like a night club and all the boys dress like the world is about being hot. Except, that's a movie sort of stereotype. If I was a movie stereotype it would be... girl in pieces! I mean Silent Sue is my idol.
After about 10 minutes of getting dressed and 30 minutes trying to detangle the tornado of hair I own, I walked in the dreary rain to school and slumped down in my seat.
"ARLO PULL YOUR SKIRT DOWN"
I swear that's the only thing that teachers care about. Especially the male ones. You know, the old men. Always the old men in my school. Always the fucking pedophiles. I don't get it honestly? If you Just let me wear trousers I wouldn't have to roll my skirt up honestly. I grab a book and start to read it. UCLA university? That sounds like a great Uni but it's all the way in London and my mum would defiantly kill me if I went to London. To be honest if it means I can get away from her then get me the hell out to UCLA.
Break time, 10:12
Marina's POV:
I found Arlo. They were sitting by the tree on the hill reading a stupid university pamphlet again. I swear to god that boy does nothing but read. But yet again I'm the "transgender freaks" only friend.
I walk up to arlo..
"Hey arlo!"
"What do you want mari?" Arlo muttered, still scoping out the premises of UCLA on the pamphlet.
I sit in front of arlo and grab the pamphlet and laugh as they try to reach it.
"HEY MARINA GIVE THAT BACK." Arlo screamed as he reached for the pamphlet.
"MAYBE GROW A FEW INCHES YOU SHORT BIATCH," I respond in a friendly way.
As per usual, arlo slumps by the tree and has his arms crossed. He was so moody over the most smallest things. I keep telling him that he has anger issues but he refuses to believe me and just lays there like a douchebag. And then I say...
"Hey I'm like ur best friend so .."
"Who the hell said that you were MY best friend?" Arlo implied quite harshly.
"Well no one is your friend and I'm your only friend because everyone is scared to shit of you or Just want to kill you and your my best friend soooooooooo that makes me your best friend!" I respond as my cheerful self.
Arlo just that there In silence. It's quite threatening just seeing him just stare at me. He makes his emotions turn off randomly and it's quite deceiving. I don't like it but when your gay ass best friend — friend... is well, addicted to you but hates you, you get used to it!
Arlo's pov:
Why the fuck is marina so obsessed with best friends titles. Jesus it's not like when you go for a job application they are like "what was your title to your mates in year 10"
After a minute of silence I got up and brushed myself off and came face to face with Aaron. Aaron was a jock. A wannabe high school musical bully kind of jock. He's dating the hottest chick Ariana and they are the power couple. A+A. Also, Aaron is my ex and Ariana is my mortal enemy so that's fucking fantastic!
"Hey loser," Aaron groaned at me.
Really, loser is the best he would come the fuck up with? Pathetic.
"Hey gorilla shit," I respond with a mini chuckle that involves a lot of mischief sorta..
Aarons face starts to grip and he starts to twitch as if he's being possessed. He looks angry.
Just then he strikes me across the face leaving a fat, bloodshot red hand print across my right cheek as I fall back on the soft sand.
"Shut up, your just a little girl who dreams of being male like me," Aaron laughs as he walks off.
I stay silent. The words trickle down my spine. "Little girl"
Im not little. Im 16 and 5'4 and im male.
Im not female
Im not female.
I start to sweat. I was heating up but it was -1 degrees outside so how the fuck can I be hot. Then I feel tears prickle down my cheek and Ito my mouth and I absorb the salty, bitter taste of my disappointment. I realise I was having a panic attack. I wish I wish i wish I was taller. And more masculine. I wish I was different I wish I wasn't weird I wish people liked me more I wish I had a boyfriend I wish someone loved me I wish I was mean to everyone I wish I wasn't a bitch I wish I wasn't a slut I wish I was a cool kid. I wish I wasn't female...
Then it went all black.........
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A truly transgender tragedy...
HorrorArlo is a 16 year old, non binary person who's been treated like a female their whole life. They could never find the courage to tell anyone about their sexuality so they kept it to their self and covered their scarred and broken face with a "straig...
